"Beat you! I ?" She nodded several times, faintly smiling.

"Yes, you, Mr.Monster! I'm sure you could." He smiled also, somewhat grimly.

"You're wrong, madam.

I couldn't beat a child." "Oh, my!" she said, and threw up her arms with a quivering laugh, dropping his coat in a heap on the floor.

"How old do you think this child is ?" she questioned, glancing down at him in her sidelong, speculative fashion.
He looked at her hard and straight, looked at the slim young body in its sheath of iridescent green that shimmered with every breath she drew, and very suddenly he rose.
She made a spring backwards, but she was too late.